*O.M.A.R.*
*Is this what you wanted?*

[Verse 1]
I just ran off the plug like ouu
Black civi sitting on dubs like (ah), ay
You could never take my juice, ay
Ya bitch wanna rendezvous, ay
She seen my n***as posted with our chains onnnnn
She said she wanna rape my crew, ay
Finesse a n***a like I'm Timmy Duncan
I can't walk inside the function unless I take my tool, ay
I see they wanna hate that's cool, ay
Cause I keep a bag on me now
And my gas hit like Pacquiao
Whipping up Nina
My wrist caught a fever
My pack on me now, ay
And I could put you on with a triple beam
I'm pitching pounds I see y'all n***as playing little league
And I just wish a n***a would
I'm Timmy Turner with the burner
Swear to God, me and my n***as from a different breed
(*Check to check to check*)
Back to back to back
You better think before you act without a strap
Wake up in the morning to some dome? Check
Hit a lick and I ain't need a chrome? Check
Whipping Walter White and I don't mean no chemist
Only broke n***as want me in prison
Show me real n***as show me who isn't
Two phones on me that mean two bitches (damn)
I really gotta keep my distance (damn)
'Cause I got some twins on the way, uh
But I'm still finessing today, uh
These benjis keep calling my name
I been making plays I'm Derek Jeter with the batting average
Get up off my dick and make some money what you atta practice
N***as jealous, see you moving make 'em trigger happy
N***a pull up on ya blocka blocka hit ya Adam's apple
[Interlude]
*I won't be home for a while...*
*Keep your man... I love you man...*

[Verse 2]
Look what you've done, (ay!)
You zipped in a body bag
I've been smoking way too much
I burned through a pack like it's body fat
My mind in a spiral, I ain't really driving
'Cause I see ya ghost in my Pontiac
And I been up drinking I can't even think
If you need me then under influence; where I be at
And I'm an insomniac, depressed as fuck
But I'm okay if somebody asks
How can I keep my own head up
When mama been crying and sister been fed up
You let up on n***as and that got you set up
For pussy and pay checks and paraphernalia
My mind seen some shit that it couldn't develop
My brothers and cousins on highways to hell and It's fine
Looking for God
Losing my faith in a matter of time
You wanted nice foreign whips, and a thick foreign bitch
Leaving both of your children behind
I done seen fish scales and burners
My big brother murdered
They wet up the civic and showed him no mercy
These n***as get chromes and don't see a diploma
Im off a corona, I'm too young to grow up
I'm thinking bout mixing my syrup and soda
I sell, smoke and drink and I used to be sober, uh
And I can't erase what I viewed because everyone else saw a closed casket funeral
I went with Terry and Philip and left out the crib
Just to see what they'd do to you
Man, them n***as was using you
It's been six years and it still ain't removable
I'm throwed like the usual
Remember when you used to flex with a duffle bag
I used to wanna be like you
You ran up a check like a hall of fame running back
And just for the clarity they killed that n***a
But that doesn't mean that you're coming back
Cold feet running when the block gets hot
No sleep when you're living where the Wild things are